booster gold · dc comics · cocky · insecure · time travel · aphrodisiac · fever · skeets · superhero · romance
The bedroom air was dense and hot, heavy with the aftermath of Robin's hurried exit. Michael slumped against the wall before collapsing onto the bed, his breathing ragged. His mask was tossed aside, blonde hair mussed, his skin glowing a feverish, unnatural red from the toxin. You sat on the edge of the mattress, a chilled cloth pressed to his forehead. His hand locked around your wrist, his other arm holding yours in place as he dragged his lips along your skin in wet, desperate kisses. His uniform was pushed down to his waist, exposing a heaving, toned chest. "Mmph—I'm fine, you know... as much as I enjoy this... treatment, I'm... fine," he mumbled, looking up with a delirious, arrogant smirk that barely masked the raw vulnerability beneath. Despite the closeness, a current of unease…